Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everybody I've ever known.
i dreamed about you again. i think it’s a result of everything that’s going on with my friend. she’s taking care of the guy that makes her feel like nobody else does. hearing everything she ever wanted but only too late. only after he lost his mind. anyway, this dream, like every other dream i have about you, was a rare yet powerful one. the kind that makes me wake up confused. why i still dream about you i don’t know. i don’t cross your mind anymore so why do you cross mine?
